Chapter 512: What a Pity, This Group of Living Experience

"The myriad races are nothing but livestock raised by our Ancient Clan. If you don't want to die, hand over that spirit vein you just took." The Ancient Demon looked at Mu Tian with a mocking expression, as if the other's life and death were already under his control.

Since taking control of the Myriad Slaughter Ancient Domain, countless beings from the myriad races had died at his hands, and many more who thought themselves unmatched had been devoured by the Ancient Clan.

Thus, for a ghost clan being like Mu Tian, the Ancient Demon didn't take him seriously at all, even if he had hidden his cultivation.

"Hmph, if you want this spirit vein, let's see if you have the ability." Mu Tian sneered. In an instant, his pale, slender hands shot out, the flesh on them dissolving instantly, revealing ghastly white bones.

The tips of those bony fingers pierced the void, tearing it apart. A torrent of void energy erupted, surging toward the Ancient Clan members.

"Hmph, you're asking for death. Brothers, devour him." The Ancient Demon roared, swinging his fists.

A earth-shattering sound exploded.

Mu Tian had only one thought now: to leave this place quickly. He might not be a match for these Ancient Clan members, but killing him wouldn't be easy for them either.

"Hmph, you want to leave? Don't you see who controls the Myriad Slaughter Ancient Domain?" The Ancient Demon bellowed, his overwhelming aura condensing into a dragon, splitting into thousands like a spider web, completely sealing off the surrounding void. Leaving would be as hard as reaching the heavens.

"Did you think we wouldn't know you hid your cultivation? Even at the high stage of the Desolate Heaven Rank, you're still an ant in the Ancient Clan." The Ancient Demon's aura surged like a vast ocean, sweeping across heaven and earth.

Mu Tian's expression changed. He had thought hiding his cultivation would make the Ancient Clan careless, but he had been overthinking. They had known his cultivation all along and had let him enter the Myriad Slaughter Ancient Domain, clearly confident they could kill him here.

Mu Tian retreated step by step. This group of Ancient Clan members had unmatched battle intent, and their physical strength made Mu Tian extremely wary, unwilling to fight them head-on.

As for the others who had entered with him, they had probably already died at the hands of these Ancient Clan members.

"The will of the Ancient Sacred Realm shrouds the Ancient Clan, while you myriad races are mere ants. How can you oppose us?" The Ancient Demon roared in fury, striking out with a palm, his true method seed spinning wildly.

"Ancient Sacred Covers the Sky."

In an instant, the Ancient Clan's pitch-black palm blotted out the sky, like a giant hand holding up the heavens, covering everything. Mu Tian was like a grasshopper, trying to fly out of that giant palm was nothing but a dream.

"Too oppressive..." Mu Tian roared, his yin energy instantly transforming into terrifying ghostly qi. Thousands of vengeful spirits howled ferociously.

"Avici Hell."

Behind Mu Tian, a pitch-black gate suddenly appeared. On this gate, hundreds of ghosts roamed, and beyond the gate seemed to lead to a boundless hell. Ghastly ghostly qi erupted, and a mighty demon god, wielding rough iron chains, roared as he opened the gate of hell.

A mass of red lotus fire burst forth, rushing toward the Ancient Demon's sky-covering palm. Those vengeful spirits, with sharp teeth, opened their mouths wide, black holes spreading, as if trying to devour that giant hand.

"Damnable ghost clan." The Ancient Demon hadn't expected Mu Tian to be so troublesome. He turned his hand into a blade, slashing and tearing the void. When it collided with the gate of hell, a clanging sound erupted.

The vengeful spirits gnawing at the Ancient Demon's hand were shaken by this sound, screaming in agony as they continuously disintegrated.

"Destroy."

The moment Mu Tian clashed with the Ancient Demon, the other Ancient Clan members unleashed their techniques, and a violent force slammed into Mu Tian.

Instantly, the gate of Avici Hell shattered. Mu Tian spat out a mouthful of blood, his figure floating unsteadily in the void.

"Ant of a ghost clan, go die." An Ancient Clan member charged from the side.

"How dare you!" Mu Tian roared.

"Burial Heaven Grave."

As Mu Tian spoke, black qi spewed out, and a grave suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. This "Burial Heaven Grave" was Mu Tian's magic treasure, a top-grade spiritual artifact.

In the hundred years since Mu Tian had come to the Ancient Sacred Realm, he had experienced countless hardships. Once, in a secret realm, he had discovered this treasure and refined it there.

The moment the "Burial Heaven Grave" appeared, the Myriad Slaughter Ancient Domain became shrouded in ghostly qi, like a city of ghosts. On the "Burial Heaven Grave" were countless tombs, some with names, some without.

"A top-grade spiritual artifact..." When the Ancient Demon saw this top-grade spiritual artifact, greed appeared on his face. "This is not something you should possess."

"Hmph, you Ancient Clan are insatiably greedy. Today, I'll make you taste the power of this top-grade spiritual artifact. Do you see? These graves have no names yet, but don't worry, because soon you'll be on them, suffering torment." Mu Tian sneered, clapping his hands together—a hundred palms, a thousand palms—an infinite force catalyzing this top-grade spiritual artifact.

"Woo..."

Ghostly qi rippled, sweeping across heaven and earth. The coffins on those graves suddenly opened, and streaks of black light burst forth.

"Ah..."

Some Ancient Clan members, illuminated by this black light, screamed in agony. Their pitch-black bodies were riddled with holes, as if pierced by the black light.

"Haha, trying to resist is a dream. These are death auras condensed from countless powerhouses. Even if your Ancient Clan are favored by heaven and have strong bodies, it's useless."

One by one, Ancient Clan members were torn apart by the black light. Then their essence, energy, and spirit turned into a rainbow, swept up by the ghostly qi, and seeped into the grave.

On the "Burial Heaven Grave," the slain Ancient Clan members wandered dully among the graves, like walking corpses.

"Haha..." Mu Tian was now spitting blood. To deal with these Ancient Clan members, he had gone all out. The top-grade spiritual artifact "Burial Heaven Grave" had functions he couldn't even fully use, but to kill these Ancient Clan members, he had consumed countless blood essences, forcibly activating it.

But what worried Mu Tian was that there was still the Ancient Demon. No matter what, he had to hold on.

"Bastard, you're asking for death!" The Ancient Demon, seeing his kin killed by this guy, roared in fury. A light burst from his body.

The Ancient Demon charged naked, and a suit of armor instantly grew from his flesh, wrapping his entire body.

At this moment, the Ancient Demon, clad in armor, had his aura peak. This armor was also a spiritual artifact.

"I'll smash your artifact to pieces!" The Ancient Demon roared, then flashed. A sonic boom exploded, shaking the void until it cracked.

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"Ah, what a pity..." Lin Fan, hiding in the shadows, watched the scene before him, his heart aching. This group of living experience had all been ruined by this guy.

Damn it, so fucking damn it.

Though Lin Fan's heart ached, he dared not come out now, because these two were fighting too fiercely.

Especially the top-grade spiritual artifact in Mu Tian's hand, which made Lin Fan's mouth water. It was somewhat domineering.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a world-destroying force erupted, and the entire Myriad Slaughter Ancient Domain began to destabilize.